He said "I'm sorry this time I don't think I'll be coming home."

With whispers "What a silly boy, you broke my heart once more."

You laugh, you dance with such naive, but when I home your on your knees.

Is this what's to come of us?

I'm sorry dear to disappoint, but I was not your enemy.

But this time...I can't say you were wrong.

I'll display my fakest smile because I know that I'll see you in a while.

Hours pass in a languid daze and my heart's heavy with lead.

The rain sings me an anguished song.

This time your not coming home.

But I can't say... that you were wrong.

The scent of your sheets calms me to sleep and I still think that your here.

I can almost feel your presence.

"Such a stupid boy."

Your just a shadow in the doorway.

Empty thoughts were never there.

Memories fade to bittersweet.

You turned sour.

You didn't have to lie to me, I'm not that young.

And I know...your not coming home.

But I can't say you were wrong.